Turtle’s Fight.
Yesterday I had gone over to the Neils house, attempting to recruit them in my search for Turtle. She had disappeared earlier that day, after we had had a fight. Well, I guess we had a fight. Turtle DEFINITELY had had a fight. Though, fighting with Turtle is...odd. Sometimes she yells, sometimes its cold anger, sometimes its fencing, sometimes its Olympic sports. One time she had challenged me to a 100 meter breast stroke down at the local Y. With no preamble. We were watching TV when she suddenly stood up, gracefully hopped onto the back of the couch, raised her leg in an imitation of the Karate Kid “Crane-Style” kick and announced to nobody in particular; “I challenge you all to a feat of strength! The fastest to swim one hundred meters using a maneuver called the ‘breast stroke’ (she actually made the little air quotes with her fingers when she said breast stroke) will be victorious and will win my heart! And I will be competing for my own heart!” She concluded and then slide off the back of the couch and back in to her seat on the cushion next to me. Then we went out for ice cream. She usually forgets about getting upset almost immediately after she gets mad. Yesterday was different though. Something had really riled her up. This is what happened.
“ARRGH. I am so FU...GODDA...ahhhh...MAD!” Turtle shouted...angrily, slamming the window as she came inside. She doesn’t like to curse, says it is very un-turtle like. Whatever that means; I think she’s is referring to ACTUAL turtles when she says stuff like that. “Every TIME i go over there. EVERY time. I cannot TAKE it anymore.” She kept shouting from downstairs. “Dan! DAAAN! They did it again, just like last time! I need you down here NOW! Please!” I could here her stomping around, rattling the windows and shaking the tables. Shaking the tables seemed a bit much to me honestly. I put down the book I had been reading and started heading down the stairs. Either I was not fast enough or she didn’t hear me shuffling around upstairs. There was a soft clang as she grabbed...something...out of the front closet and then a loud bang as she slammed the side window, leaving the house. I ran as quickly as I could down the stairs the slinkys softly slinking past me up the stairs. I hit the ground floor at a run and push my way out our front double doors.
“Turtle? Turtle! Wait!” I yelled out at the surrounding lawn, startling the local flora. “Turtle!? Where are you?!” I tore down our front path to the street, wildly look up and down. There was absolutely no sign of her and her car was still in the driveway. “TURTLE!!” I screamed, causing several dogs to start barking from their back yards kennels. She was gone, somehow, somewhere. That’s when I decided to visit the one set of people that may know where she went, or at least would help me search for her. The most annoying and unpredictable and people I knew. Her parents.
This sort of thing has never ever happened before.
